Poison Clan - Inside Edition lyrics

[Sounds of typewriter clicking.] INTERVIEWER {Debbie Bennett}: We're here with JT Money, of the now Infamous Poison Clan. And JT, we want to hear it from your point of View. Tell us why you're always in trouble with the police. Tell us about School. JT, your fans want to hear it from your point of view, in your Own words. JT? [Verse 1: JT Money] Mary had a little lamb, and it was ME! A rowdy motherf**er named JT Problem child! Got on, got strong, Now they say I'm buckwild! But I ain't payin' them mind, The ol' girl used to say a hard head made a soft behind So I guess I'm the black sheep of the family, 'Cause they a** can't handle ME! And I hate cops, 'cause they like To break black sheep into lamb chops So I keep makin' problems 'Cause I can't picture bein' sheep-skin condoms! And I don't need no shepherd, see Especially one that's cursed with leprosy See, not all black sheep sleep Look what happened to Little Bo Peep's! Hers left and got knowledge! f** high school and motherfu*k college! Now you see why I'm so destructive: A black sheep ain't sh** to f** with! [INTERVIEWER:] JT, you use the word "b**h" quite a bit in your lyrics. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend? Is there a woman in your life? In The day and age that women are demanding more respect, what do You have to say to the young ladies about b**hes? Are you "the b**h-izer"? [Verse 2: JT Money] Young ladies shouldn't get offended when they hear But if the motherf**in' shoe fits, wear it! I think a hoe is a hoe, and a b**h is a b**h I'ma talk about ya a** and keep gettin' rich! Now why quit gettin' money? I'm JT Money, And I can't do nothin' for ya, honey! So don't be on my back like a jacket I can't hack it, and you'll get smacked, b**h! 'Cause I hate hoes and they hate me But I don't give a f**, 'cause I'm JT! The motherf**in' b**h-izer! Hoe, talk sh**, so I can paralyze ya! I can't have no wife! I hate hoes, Plus it's in my nature to be a low-life! So that love sh** is OUT! I'm a pimp; I'll slap the taste from a b**h' mouth! [INTERVIEWER:] JT, let's be realistic. The fame and glory can't go on Forever. The Poison Clan has done quite well, but without a high School diploma, what would you do, if it all just fell apart, today, now? You have nothing left. The music was over. Let us know. [Verse 3: JT Money] Snatch a b**h down in the middle of the street Get that book and break out in a heart beat And then I'll go, out on The 'ave to shoot some C-LO! So I can double my sh** 'Cause hell, I'm known for rollin' 4-5-6 I just might lay the whole game down n***as know I don't f** around! J to the motherf**in' T Stands for Just Trouble, so n***as don't try me! 'Cause I'll burn your a** like a torch, Take all your sh**, and leave you on the front porch! "Jack and splak" is how I got my wealth If I wasn't me, I think I'd rob myself I gotta be Spoiled Rotten Just a little remider for those who may have forgotten I live for money; pockets are fat Give a b**h a bet for some p**y and take my sh** back! I gotta be rich; "That's all the 5,000, b**h!"